[he moans and whines every time Cole pushes and bites, every time it hurts. It's either crying out of pain or sobbing with pleasure, a match between both courts until the divide is all gone, and he fucking loves it.
It's how it's always been with Cole. He doesn't want gentle touches, doesn't want the illusion that he's cared for - he has that with the woman, apparently, or so he's told - and what he does want is what Petre is the most eager to give. So he rolls up his hips, friction and pressure making the both of them swell until Petre's brows draw together in a tense frown, lips swollen and red as he breaks away from another fierce kiss.]
Take it off.
[ordered urgently, shoving Cole far enough to get his hands on his trousers. He doesn't care about the rest of their clothes; he just wants to get rid of the necessary. It'll be hard and fast - whatever - and he wants it now.]
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It's how it's always been with Cole. He doesn't want gentle touches, doesn't want the illusion that he's cared for - he has that with the woman, apparently, or so he's told - and what he does want is what Petre is the most eager to give. So he rolls up his hips, friction and pressure making the both of them swell until Petre's brows draw together in a tense frown, lips swollen and red as he breaks away from another fierce kiss.]
Take it off.
[ordered urgently, shoving Cole far enough to get his hands on his trousers. He doesn't care about the rest of their clothes; he just wants to get rid of the necessary. It'll be hard and fast - whatever - and he wants it now.]